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The Fisherwoman <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n The fisherwoman<\/em> A soft song<\/em> Buildings, streets, people, suits<\/em> Through the light she sees the islands<\/em> Janet Jackson<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Fisherwoman The fisherwomanin her boatunder the sky,deep blue above,deep blue below,hatsalty, skinrippled,waiting,the fisherwomansings. A soft songo my love, o my lord,carry me, float me, rock me, rescue mea soft song for the fish and the skyand the broad ocean and all the things on islandsthat call to her. Buildings, streets, people, suitson green islandsacross […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":[],"tags":[],"region":[],"source":[],"country":[],"state":[],"city":[],"samudra_category":[6179],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra\/47810"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/samudra"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47810"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"region","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/region?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"source","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/source?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"country","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/country?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"state","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/state?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"city","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/city?post=47810"},{"taxonomy":"samudra_category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.icsf.net\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/samudra_category?post=47810"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
in her boat<\/em>
under the sky,<\/em>
deep blue above,<\/em>
deep blue below,<\/em>
hat<\/em>
salty, skin<\/em>
rippled,<\/em>
waiting,<\/em>
the fisherwoman<\/em>
sings.<\/em><\/p>\n
o my love, o my lord,<\/em>
carry me, float me, rock me, rescue me<\/em>
a soft song for the fish and the sky<\/em>
and the broad ocean and all the things on islands<\/em>
that call to her.<\/em><\/p>\n
on green islands<\/em>
across the ancient ocean,<\/em>
the endless sleeping sea.<\/em><\/p>\n
and the fish watch<\/em>
and wait. <\/em><\/p>\n